It's just a Few miles away from the mild warmth of my roots
Life's not all blue but pretty cruel. Enough to make me bear some foul fruits.
Twas so sweet to be in two lights care. But if it's day or night here who would care.
I'm a bull on spree, fresh meat on fleek
but don't get it wrong, I don't get to produce milk
I'm sometimes a drifter but only when I'm tested as a believer.
I share values with some young stars. Ain't white, and I'm with no tattoos so mine's a little different from Justin Bieber's.
I sometimes yell out my hurt but sometimes they won't pour, so I smile and pout when I'm out,
cos I learnt joy with glamour is something you shouldn't live without.
But the reality is I'm crying inside.
Unreal friends and far family is all I've got on my side.
I know I'm cute , talented and a gentle man,
but that sometimes doesn't count. You gotta have plenty man.
People will try to make You feel good, they'll say Life's not about all the luxury,
but hear me spit reality, none of them would wanna chill with you in your penury.
So far you're big and glittering, peeps don't really care if you're legit like Dangote or fucked up and crooked like a coyote.
Don't get this wrong, I'm not preaching you being a beloved lowlife who's got the bright spotlight.
What I'm stressing is "why live a less life when you could strive get the best life".